. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. 19 factvg. To IWly IVife, On tUe Annivttrsary of Our Boy'*8 Ueutli. BT SBTH HOLMES. f'HE following lines were written from the depths of woe by a gentleman Reveuty years of age, who has laid his boy, the tT^y hope of hib life, in a druukard's grave, J^ "murdered," as he expretised it. in a pri- vate note to UB, "murdered by the rumsellers," Come eit thee down to-niyht, wife, And draw thy chair
. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. 19 factvg. To IWly IVife, On tUe Annivttrsary of Our Boy'*8 Ueutli. BT SBTH HOLMES. f'HE following lines were written from the depths of woe by a gentleman Reveuty years of age, who has laid his boy, the tT^y hope of hib life, in a druukard's grave, J^ "murdered," as he expretised it. in a pri- vate note to UB, "murdered by the rumsellers," Come eit thee down to-niyht, wife, And draw thy chair to mine; My soul 80 sad to-night, wife, Needs now thnt love uf thine; For thou iu all life's troubles, wife, To me hath been a guide,. To cheer me when great sorrow came. My own sweet, darling wife. Then sit thee close beside me, wife, And tell of years gone by- How in the rosy morn of life, Our hearts with hope beat high, And children to our cottage came. Rich blessings to bestow; But, darling wife, those happy days Were iu the long ago. Since then we've seen, my dear wife, Hope's brightest vi^'ions fade, And one we loved so well, wife. In manhood's prime was laid Where the weary rest in quiet, wife, Free from the tempter's snare; But God will judge the wrong, wife. Let whisky men bewarel Our stftlf and stay has gone, wife, But still we'll hoi^e and try Our duties to perform, wife, And in the by and by We may together go, wife. And meet uur darling boy. Where heart will throb to heart, wife. Where nothing can annoy. I see your tears are falling, wife. Your mother-heart has bled— 'Tifl better as it is, wife. That our dear boy is dead. They can no lunger harm him, wife, His spirit now is free— And in a few more years, wife. He'll welcome you and me. Lower Lake. January, '77. Flow, Hammer and Fen, From the West leaps out a thunder shout That thrills the nation's ht-art— The plodding chief and the It-gal thief Grow white iu the public mart; And shaineU'ss fraud that walks ab
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